Batman: Locked Up-- A Kitchen Interlude
Title: Locked Up-- A Kitchen Interlude
Author: Magick
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Batman/Joker
Summary: Smut in the kitchen.
“Tell me something Brucey-just how gay are you? You’re quite proficient at the whole gay sex thing so I assume you’re experienced but what about all those little girlies I’ve seen on your arms at parties?” The Joker asked one morning over coffee.
Alfred choked on his tea-then wiped his mouth and excused himself. Bruce swore he could hear the older man in the living room laughing at him though.
“Well, I have slept with both men and women in the past…” Bruce hedged.
“That doesn’t answer the question and you know it. Is Mr. Macho Superhero afraid of being gay?” The Joker grinned and Bruce felt himself blush.
“It’s not that. I’ve just spent a lot of time ensuring my public persona of a rich playboy that I haven’t had a lot of time to think about it. I usually have to sleep with heiresses to keep my cover up.”
“Ah yes, your language just bursts with your love for the gentler sex.” The Joker laughed as he came around the kitchen table and knelt at Bruce’s feet.
“It’s not a difficult question, Brucey. Do you like to slide into bed with a pretty little thing with big tits and a curvy waist or do you like the feeling of muscles, strong arms and a hard cock rubbing against yours?” The Joker asked as he untied the draw string on Bruce’s pajama pants.
Bruce honestly tried to think about the question but he was too distracted by the Joker pulling his semi-erect cock from his pants and stroking it to full hardness.
“You don’t really like those silly women, do ya? You don’t like the way they melt underneath you and squeal in your ear. You like having a little fight, a little kick in your fucking, right?”
Bruce nodded mindlessly as the Joker sped his strokes. At this point he didn’t care what he was agreeing to as long as the Joker did not stop touching him.
“Now, I know you don’t think of women while you’re fucking me.” The Joker paused and lapped at the leaking tip of his erection. “But did you ever think of me when you were fucking them?” He asked cheekily.
“I haven’t slept with any…fuck…” Bruce trailed off as the Joker sucked the head of his cock into his mouth.
Bruce was close. He could feel it building low in his spine and he tried to stop it. He tried to prolong this exquisite torture but it was too early and he was too wound up to have any control. The Joker pulled his lips away with a pop and grinned up at him.
“That’s because now you only wanna fuck me, yeah?” He smirked as Bruce went taut and he stroked him faster.
Bruce’s orgasm was explosive. It tore through him like a wild fire leaving him exhausted and limp in his chair. He forced his eyes open to see the Joker still knelling between his thighs with his face streaked with pearly come. Bruce groaned softly at the erotic image and the Joker smiled wider. Slowly he reached up and dragged his finger through the mess on his face and licked it clean.
“So how gay are you Brucey?”
“Gay enough that as soon as I can move again I’m going to fuck you through this table.” Bruce growled.
“No you will not! Do not use the kitchen surfaces for your revenge Master Wayne!” Bruce called from the living room.
“You are in so much trouble.” Bruce said petulantly.
“I look forward to my punishment.”
Author: Magick
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Batman/Joker
Summary: Smut in the kitchen.
“Tell me something Brucey-just how gay are you? You’re quite proficient at the whole gay sex thing so I assume you’re experienced but what about all those little girlies I’ve seen on your arms at parties?” The Joker asked one morning over coffee.
Alfred choked on his tea-then wiped his mouth and excused himself. Bruce swore he could hear the older man in the living room laughing at him though.
“Well, I have slept with both men and women in the past…” Bruce hedged.
“That doesn’t answer the question and you know it. Is Mr. Macho Superhero afraid of being gay?” The Joker grinned and Bruce felt himself blush.
“It’s not that. I’ve just spent a lot of time ensuring my public persona of a rich playboy that I haven’t had a lot of time to think about it. I usually have to sleep with heiresses to keep my cover up.”
“Ah yes, your language just bursts with your love for the gentler sex.” The Joker laughed as he came around the kitchen table and knelt at Bruce’s feet.
“It’s not a difficult question, Brucey. Do you like to slide into bed with a pretty little thing with big tits and a curvy waist or do you like the feeling of muscles, strong arms and a hard cock rubbing against yours?” The Joker asked as he untied the draw string on Bruce’s pajama pants.
Bruce honestly tried to think about the question but he was too distracted by the Joker pulling his semi-erect cock from his pants and stroking it to full hardness.
“You don’t really like those silly women, do ya? You don’t like the way they melt underneath you and squeal in your ear. You like having a little fight, a little kick in your fucking, right?”
Bruce nodded mindlessly as the Joker sped his strokes. At this point he didn’t care what he was agreeing to as long as the Joker did not stop touching him.
“Now, I know you don’t think of women while you’re fucking me.” The Joker paused and lapped at the leaking tip of his erection. “But did you ever think of me when you were fucking them?” He asked cheekily.
“I haven’t slept with any…fuck…” Bruce trailed off as the Joker sucked the head of his cock into his mouth.
Bruce was close. He could feel it building low in his spine and he tried to stop it. He tried to prolong this exquisite torture but it was too early and he was too wound up to have any control. The Joker pulled his lips away with a pop and grinned up at him.
“That’s because now you only wanna fuck me, yeah?” He smirked as Bruce went taut and he stroked him faster.
Bruce’s orgasm was explosive. It tore through him like a wild fire leaving him exhausted and limp in his chair. He forced his eyes open to see the Joker still knelling between his thighs with his face streaked with pearly come. Bruce groaned softly at the erotic image and the Joker smiled wider. Slowly he reached up and dragged his finger through the mess on his face and licked it clean.
“So how gay are you Brucey?”
“Gay enough that as soon as I can move again I’m going to fuck you through this table.” Bruce growled.
“No you will not! Do not use the kitchen surfaces for your revenge Master Wayne!” Bruce called from the living room.
“You are in so much trouble.” Bruce said petulantly.
“I look forward to my punishment.”